I think,” he says at last, “that it is a great pity she will not trust in me.

He would expect me to flee from him. Therefore, I would not. I would flee towards him.

I watched him until he disappeared between the forest trees – watched after him almost as if I knew that, through no fault of his own, I would not converse with him again for a long time.

Sorrow will turn to stone unless you weep. I thought it would come before this. Weep it out.

In the blue sky overhead, larks sang like my heart.

He was just a sixteen-year old boy who had been killed, a kid whose photo had been in the paper, a kid who would mostly be forgotten by the time the newspaper went into the garbage-yet he was the universe, all the dying, all the crying. He was everyone who had ever died young.

Chance Duv knows!” She spoke lightly. “Folk have always told me that the night is full of all manner of evil.” “Ay, even so,” Bevan said heavily, “but it is the same evil that is in the day – evil of men. Look there!

Grinning with delight even as my heart ached – a familiar bittersweet feeling, that of enjoying affection from afar – I watched until they all went inside, the cab and the barouche drove away, and it became apparent that the moment of drama was over.

Fathers – half of anyone’s life seemed to be about who fathered them.

Once woman is made equal to man, she fancies herself his superior.